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A slightly less than conscious Eve awoke to the sound of a kettle screaming and the Blake on her shoulder telling her to run. 

[i]I fell asleep last night oh god[/i]. 

Eve immediately bolted upright, wrapping the comforter she had been curled up in around her body as she began to tiptoe her way out the door. The sound of his footsteps caused her to bolt out the door even faster. 

…Wait. His? Hers?

Who knows.

Even required a quick escape all the same. She bolted out the door and up the stairs, where she was met with the little angel who lived down the hall from Eve’s latest conquest.

Aoife Reilley was a strange girl, she was kind of what mother’s wanted their daughter’s to be – even though they were never like that. She was kind, boring, dressed nice and charitable… Probably? Eve didn’t know that much about her, that being said – she did know that girl was as gay as they came. Eve gave her a propositional smile for a second before realizing that the Blake on her shoulder would yell at her for flirting with someone [i]during[/i] a walk of shame. 

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said, causing Aoife to recoil just ever so slightly. As if she tasted something sour. The girl opened her mouth, it snapped into her usual light smile but Eve interrupted once more. Moving past her in a slow somewhat overly cutesy fashion. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good [i]after[/i] you get everything done right?”

That’s right, she had lots to do today. 

She kept running down the stairs to the entrance and out the door. She lived about a five minute walk from here, judging from street signs – but the nippy cold air brushed up against her wonderful, self-described sensual skin and she tried to make sure it would only be a two and a half minute jog. 

Her sprint of sexual victory earned a few hollers from onlookers but Eve didn’t care, she waved a royal wave and continued jogging down the street in her bare feet and fairly large comforter. Finally getting back to their building Eve darted in and felt the warmth that she paid for so regularly comforting. The blanket was nice, but when in the outdoors it did little to help.

Approaching the door to her and Blake’s apartment she knocked three times, a signal for ‘Hey Blake, I’m coming in early, also I’m naked, covered only by a comforter and you should probably avert your innocent eyes because who knows what’s going to happen when I’m finally home.’ 

… It wasn’t [i]uncommon[/i] among girlfriends, she was sure.

She liked to think of their place as Blake’s own little fortress of solitude. Because y’know, her boyfriend has never existed and she’s mean. 

There’s a better joke there, but half of Eve’s mind was still overflown with champagne. She hastily creeped into the living room and poked her head into Blake’s room to make sure her roommate/live in house wife wasn’t around. 

[i]Perfect[/i]. Still no Blake, no doubt she was overrun as usual at work being Lois Lane. That should give the demon enough time.

“Okay Blake, let’s hope you’re as liberal as you act online.” Eve said huffing as she moved a small chair and lifted up a floor board. Inside were streamers, a rolled up banner and a beautiful custom made card.

The banner just read: ‘Surprise’. 

But the card, beautifully written and absolutely eloquent. 

The front read. [i]“Only you could still be a virgin after all these years…”[/i] While the inside in beautiful cursive read: [i]”Because you’ve been living with a succubus this whole time! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3”[/i]

She would love it. 

Blake probably wouldn’t. 

But god damn Eve was happier than she had ever been. Maybe happy wasn’t right. She was somewhat anxious, truth be told. But she was also ecstatic. Finally Blake would get that she’s not [i]just[/i] making terrible life decisions – she’s making them because she basically has to. 

After setting up the streamers and banners on the walls and leaving the card in the middle of the coffee table, Eve went into the fridge. Luckily she was able to persuade Blake to get some take out last night. She had a small cake made in honour of the excellent news, of course another custom message for her roommate. 

[i]”No but actually, I’m a demon, from hell. I am empowered by the lust of my enemies. Love, Eve.”[/i] 

It was just a casual follow through to the card in case it didn’t come across. 

Short and sweet.

To the point really. 

With everything set up Eve decided she’d just tell Blake that she had bought the comforter as a 1 year anniversary gift and threw it on the couch before heading to the shower for a quick wash up. 

Some people might have considered that she was rushing things. That she was overloading Blake with information. But Eve didn’t think those people gave Blake enough credit. The girl rolled with punches and… She had supported Eve for a while now. In a longer life than most humans get to live, Blake was one of the first people to really worm her way into Eve’s rotten heart.

So she gets to know everything. 

But she’s also still a bit of a loser, so she gets a card and a cake because she’s into that kind of stuff.